The Báb

O Lord! Render victorious Thy forbearing servants in
Thy days by granting them a befitting victory, inasmuch
as they have sought martyrdom in Thy path. Send down
upon them that which will bring comfort to their minds,
will rejoice their inner beings, will impart assurance to their
hearts and tranquillity to their bodies and will enable their
souls to ascend to the presence of God, the Most Exalted,
and to attain the supreme Paradise and such retreats of
glory as Thou hast destined for men of true knowledge and
virtue. Verily Thou knowest all things, while we are but
Thy servants, Thy thralls, Thy bondsmen and Thy poor
ones. No Lord but Thee do we invoke, O God our Lord,
nor do we implore blessings or grace from anyone but
Thee, O Thou Who art the God of mercy unto this world
and the next. We are but the embodiments of poverty, of
nothingness, of helplessness and of perdition, while Thy
whole Being betokeneth wealth, independence, glory,
majesty and boundless grace.

Turn our recompense, O Lord, into that which well
beseemeth Thee of the good of this world and of the next,
and of the manifold bounties which extend from on high
down to the earth below.

Verily Thou art our Lord and the Lord of all things.
Into Thy hands do we surrender ourselves, yearning for the
things that pertain unto Thee.